Page 69 of Traces of Her

“What the hell did I do, Griff? Goddammit.”

“It doesn’t matter. All that matters is what you do moving forward. And that involves you packing up your shit and moving back home where you and Trent belong. No more bullshit; it’s time to come home,” I say sternly.

“Okay,” she agrees. “We’re coming home.”

“Good,” he concurs. “Don’t worry about your stuff; I will take care of all of that. Just pack essentials for a few days. I’ll look for flights for tomorrow and send you the information, and I’ll send a car to get you, so don’t worry about yours either.”

Lydia tries to argue with me as we work out the rest of the details before exchanging well wishes and ending the call. Reaching over, I grab Rowena’s hand and she turns to look at me with a small smile.

“You ready?” I ask.

She stares at me with her clear blue eyes, staring straight through to my soul. “I’m ready,” she says quietly as she nods.

Putting the car in drive, I pull out of the driveway and begin our drive to the airport leaving the pain and torment in the rearview mirror.

It’s time for a new start, for both of us, together.